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Black Denim Trousers And Motorcycle Boots - Chris Spedding
He wore black denim trousers
And motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket
With an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle
That took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of highway 101

Well he never washed his face
And he never combed his hair
He had axle grease embedded
Underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart
Saying mother I love you

He had a pretty girlfriend
By the name of mary lou
But he treated her just like
He treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her
And everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best
He wore black denim trousers
And motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket
With an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle
That took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of highway 101

Mary lou poor girl she pleaded
And she begged him not to leave
She said I've got a feeling
If you ride tonight I'll grieve
But her tears were shed in vain
And her every word was lost
In the rumble of an Indian
And the smoke from his exhaust

He took off like the devil
And there was fire in his eyes
He said I'll go a thousand miles
Before the sun can rise
But he hit a screamin' diesel
That was California-bound

And when they cleared
The wreckage all
They found
Was his black denim trousers
And motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket
With an eagle on the back
But they couldn't find the 'cicle
That took off like a gun
And they never found the terror
Of high way 1 oh 1

High way 1 oh 1

High way 1 oh 1

High way 1 oh 1